I PUT aside the branches That clothe the Door in gloom; A glow-worm lit the pathway And a lamp out of her room Shook down a stifled greeting. How could it greet aright The thirst of years like deserts That led up to this night? But she, like sighing forests, Stole on me -- full of rest; Her hair was like the sea's wave, Whiteness was in her breast. @3(So does one come at night, upon a wall of roses.)@1 As in a stone of crystal The cloudy web and flaw Turns, at a flash, to rainbows, Wing'd I became -- I saw, I sang; -- but human singing Ceased, in a burning awe. Slow, amid leaves, in silence -- Rapt as the holy pray -- Flame into flame we trembled, And the world sank away. . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARS AT RASPBERRY TIME by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED STATES by THOMAS HARDY THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: THE FOUR WINDS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AMERICA by SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 7. THEY MEET AGAIN by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS JAPANESE MAPLES by JENNIE SCOTT ARNOLD THE LONELY WALK by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |